“…the soul, mark?”

Salvatore repeated the word, his face gradually becoming ugly.

"Yes."

Alexander Robin nodded calmly: "After the soul is dyed, it can actually be regarded as an incomplete demigod.

"If you live in a fixed place for a long time, the dispersed elemental power can even unconsciously immerse the surrounding environment and gradually transform it into an environment that suits you. If the elemental power is too concentrated, a part of the will may even be left behind.

"For example, like Noah's Blood Butterfly Valley or the Tower of Storm in Winter, the vision that twists the world is the imprint left after the death of the powerful extraordinary."

Hearing this, Salvatore took a deep breath.

He confirmed again:

"...So, will the body be stained with elements, including the body?"

"It should be said that it is the body - even if the extraordinary person is not dead, whether it is a hand or a bone left behind, it may gradually transform the world around him.

"But the force of elements is mainly stored in the brain, so if it is handled properly, the problem will not be serious."

Commander Alexander said.

He frowned slightly: "What the hell do you want to say? Or what did you do?"

This former champion swordsman, the old Knight Commander who is now almost sixty years old, is sitting in the living room of Noah's First Bank in a white suit that looks very unfit for him.

That square and majestic face, sun-colored skin, carefully-treated reddish-brown hair, coupled with the golden and orange pupils that make people think of a lion, and the iconic scar... Compared to the banker, the identity of chairman is indeed more suitable to be called a "warrior" or "general".

...If it were normal, Salvatore wouldn't even dare to look directly at him.

Excessive killing and fighting have condensed a layer of blood and smoke on the man who has been over 100 years.

Salvatore has just advanced to the silver, and is in a situation where he has too sharp perception but insufficient will, so it is even more difficult to resist this deterrent force.

If this matter hadn't directly involved Annan's safety... he wouldn't have come here to communicate with this troublesome man!

But now, he is also very grateful to Zhi Ji.

Fortunately, Zhiji has become more thoughtful.

She Tosalvatore asked Captain Alexander how the "Dream Stealer" was dealing with it.

Although Zhi Ji is indeed a real god, she is not a god who ascended from the extraordinary road... but a "creation god" created out of thin air by her creator and her lover.

Therefore, Zhiji does not understand the extraordinary path.

But Alexander is different.

Although he is just a superb silver-level man, he is the champion swordsman after all.

——He is the real "champion", a hunter of the evil god believers and the black wizards, and a senior member of the Silver Lord Church. Perhaps no one in Noah knew more deeply about the secrets of the extraordinary path and the path of depravity than him.

Salvatore did not hide it.

He told Alexander what he added when he made the secret medicine into dreams.

He regrets it very much now.

In Benjamin's original recipe, there was no such step. This was his ability as an "alchemist", telling him that he could give corrections in this direction.

In fact, if the brain of the Golden-level Wizard is not added here, or the elemental power of the dream thief Danton has nothing to do with the nightmare, then this is not wrong...

But Salvatore originally just wanted Annan to enter the nightmare in a safer and safer way... but unexpectedly, this would harm Annan instead.

"—You're such a waste, Thrall."

In his heart, the hoarse voice rang coldly: "The recipe is already in your hands, can't you do this kind of thing?"

But this is just a mistake...

"Is this really just a mistake? Isn't this a mistake caused by your arrogance and complacency?"

The shadow whispered like a demon, as if to destroy Salvatore's mind: "If you asked Alexander before making it, or if you wrote a letter to the Tower Lord, would you make such a mistake? Don't say that there was not enough time... that's all excuses. Will this delay you for half a day?

"Don't make excuses, this is your fault. After you become an alchemist, are you a little proud? Well? You even smoke cigarettes. Are you still planning to drink alcohol? Do you want to make some special medicine for yourself?

"Seriously, Sal. If you feel you can't do anything well, give me your body."

The shadow is always stronger than yourself.

Yes…Salvatore has always known about this.

As long as you give your body to the shadow, all problems can be solved.

You will not make mistakes because of various mistakes... even the mistakes you have made can be made up.

"……I see."

Salvatore whispered.

"Um?"

Shadow paused and let out a hoarse and low ridicule: "You can't bear the failure at last? Do you want to give up? You can do it anytime... Then give me your body."

“—I want to solve this problem myself.”

Salvatore said slowly: "I want to save Annan."

Looking at him, the expression on Alexander's face gradually became calm and became serious.

"If necessary, I'll help you, the son of Black Tower."

The leader made a calm voice: "But... do you have a plan?"

"some."

Salvatore simply replied: "We are rushing back now, and I will change the access point of the 'Dream Secret Medicine' on the way. In this way, when we are by Annan, we can use the Secret Medicine to directly enter his nightmare with the Secret Medicine.

"... As for the victory over Denton, I'll leave it to you."

"Don't worry, don't underestimate me. I'm a priest, too... I know very well about nightmares. And even if I can't defeat Denton, I just need to help Annan escape."

Alexander said seriously: "Denton's last will is trapped in a small pill and cannot escape. We don't need to fight him immediately... Just let Annan not fall into his trap without any preparation."

"I'll listen to you, leader."

Salvatore responded.

But different from what they thought...

In the nightmare, Annan did not fall into Denton's trap, and was destroyed by the nightmare and turned into a puppet.

Instead, it is in the fragments of fear and is damaging—

Bang!

Annan punched the steel operating bed directly flattened; he hanged his two fists and directly punched a hole in the bed.

Yes, although the handcuffs themselves are not broken, the place where the handcuffs and the operating table are connected has been knocked out... Now Annan can even wave the chains, cosplay a piece of Silas - of course, considering that only the left hand is connected to the handcuffs, and there is an iron bed knocked down by himself at the end of the handcuffs, maybe it is Chen Khan...

"That's it?"

Annan sneered and broke the chain at his ankle.

When he saw the chainsaw, he already understood what this fear was.

——This is the fear when facing the "necessary cost" and "life and death choice".

According to the process that Denton arranged for Annan, it should be that Annan should use the blunt saw to cut off his left hand.

After all, this is just a nightmare, and there will be no disability left. There is nothing that cannot be done... only the difference between daring to bear this painful one.

Do you endure long pain that cannot be given up in the middle...or accept chronic death?

Some people say one, the old jigsaw is gone.

Both ways should be able to escape from the nightmare... But Annan chose the third way.

Go left or right?

——Isn’t the road in the middle very spacious?

"What a pity, I can't fix you with my fists..."

The moment Annan sat up, the fragments of fear were still broken by him.

He leaned against the wall, raised his head, and said calmly: "Two more chances.

"continue."
Chapter completed!